Those That Wander

Those that Wander Together are Most Likely Crazy…



(In the dialog Sophist, written in 360 BCE)…

“My notion would be, that anything which possesses any sort of power to affect another, or to be affected by another, if only for a single moment, however trifling the cause and however slight the effect, has real existence; and I hold that the definition of being is simply power.”

If I said, What If? The simple of Words and the Pure of Our Very First Kiss, the time of that moment when, every Now and Back then became, Here – Now.

Lisa Glen Smelcer, thank you for Being with me in our recent Travels and this Crazy on going Love Affair. Sorry about the unexpected and the all you knew good and damn well would, Happenings.

This past several weeks of Travel are placed in the forefront of the Crazy of Craziest Hall of Flat out Fun. Every Character is in the very place of Our Mind, Universe and Heart.

Where do we come across these Humans, Damn, I know, they carry us.

To All that put up with us, know we put up with your Asses too.

Jeff and Veronica, the instigators of the Crazy Visit, crackling fires but this time not freaked out. The Miss Veronica and Miss Lisa of the bunch adding beauty to the crowd, knowing how to mix the Crazed with the Reason why it all happens. Lovely Women are always in the forefront of Being.

Debbie of the Nature Track, NationaL Park Representative, caught up in the finding of Animals that she does not know about, why the hell is a Platypus so hard to find in its own Habitat? Betty Ann, the best of us all, having no problem with conjuring up crazy assed notions, while sitting amongst others patiently awaiting the cannon’s fire. Betty Ann is forever happy and always welcome to bring her calm from the back seat.

Does a Traveller (British Sense) ever leave the place of Known, the Home of Never to Forget, Friends and Family always With… Greatest Times and Crazy Assed Travels are with the Heart and Noise of Our Everyday.

Jeff and Lisa

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Never Be Told Where to Go

imageIs every moment of time meant to be or not the place to be? Only the Voices of strife, worry, fear and “Conditioned Belief” is the understood life. When did you say your Name last, Screamed out loud just to be for a second Real Inside of Your Own Self?


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Those That Speak In Riddles

imageSo my Words I whisper seem to be riddles but they never disappear. The things I do, you never thought about at all as being at all.

Do you know why of Mona Lisa or if the Art was meant at all. Did Preacher Horace Burgess not hear from his God to make the Greatest Statement to show the World that His God is the Greatest.

I present you with the Entire World”s Largest Tree House, my Man Horace built this. Because… Just Because, He friggin” Did it and that is all, AMEN.

Lisa and I traveled those crazy perfect directions to see the Very Word of God in action. Thanx my Friend for showing me your Heaven, I bow to the “Penthouse” you built up High for your Lovely Wife.

Crossville, Tennessee, US, is the most unexpected town we have believed in all along and didn’t know it and just become part of in a while… Forever.

If to top this travel experience, it is the visits of fun friends and secrets told that made the campfire crackle in laughter. When each step toward every step is made, those that know why the Journey means more than a single destination, are the ones that Love Us.

May be a dream, a Crazy Assed Thought, four quadrillionth of a second made to seem forever, did this travel into all things. If to come true was to meet in person, Mr. Burgess.

Cumberland Mountain State Park, Crossville, Tennessee, US.

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Quick Post from Lisa,

Meanwhile on our Travels…

It is not that Jeff is in a Giant Highchair or that he got in it. What it is, however, is that they had to go next door to get people to get Jeff out, they had to use tools to get his big ass out. We can never ever go back to that place ever.

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Reasons of Every Morning Wonderful

Every Morning in Our World is a statement of the stuff, Perfect. The way things around us smell like brand new, the vibration of air and sight dancing as if We are the only reason Why. Morning could never be an illusion or the aftermath of a dream, for Nothing feels more Real, we do have bad dreams and the Raccoons just emptied the Garbage Can of the Fun Folks camping downwind from Our last night Simple/Grand Meal of Perfectly Grilled and Chilled Smiles.

Fall Creek Falls State Park explains the Reasons of Every Morning Wonderful. The air is lower because the ground below is cooler. The sun rises higher and so does the expectation of every Life, the warmth gives way to the rise of Breath and Worth of Why, Now is Reason to Be Alive This Day, Now. Not Science or Faith, just Because.

The Silence of Nature here sounds more like, WOW, Look! Damn that is high, There is no way that is possible, that Deer is chasing a Groundhog, Deer don’t eat meat, why are we not seeing any other Campers, oh the Trees are in the way.

Here we seem alone but that is the entirety of wrong. Everyone wants to know how we are doing and where are we from. The Great Ones from Florida, standing, drinking coffee in a spot of 6:30 am morning Sun ray, not to feel home but to warm their bones. The British Columbia Family, exploring the Southern Charm and the beautiful couple from our home town waiting for the entire family to show up soon.

Seven times Seven, Lisa and I have Camped this Most Beautiful of Land and will do the same till Heaven.

The Inn snuggled up to the little lake has the most inviting people, the buffet has a delusion of every Country Church’s Dinner on the Ground or Grandmother’s Table. If you ever get a chance, be it camping, hiking, biking or boating, take a drive through Fall Creek Falls State Park, Tennessee, US. All of the local municipalities lay claim to this beautiful park. Van Buren County, Bledsoe County and White County.

Oh, Yeah, there are these friggin’ Waterfalls that clutter up this entire park, valleys so deep and forest so vast that there is no reason for anyone to visit. Stay Home, watch TV, Facebook and Twitter your ass off.

Be here tomorrow or the next day after… Be Here, Now.

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Lots of Friends at River Bend

What If? The moment you think it is going to rain, it flat out rains. Why must, we as Humans watch the weather forecasts on television or the Internet? If your ass is getting wet, cold, hot or twirled about, “Then, Now You Know”.
Spent a Week near Home Space, Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, US. Too much beauty as a Place but Crazy as hell to Camp at. Lisa and I, always have the Crazy’s to blame when Jeff, Veronica and Family are the ones making us reach beyond Crazy. Wonderful People, Bless their Hearts, Crazy as all get out but they do not know they are.

The Greatest of Times is when we feel the age of life, moments of thought and next day when, Knowing Nothing is Greater than Now.

River Bend Campground is a Simple but Beautiful Place to stay, be it in High Dollar Rigs, mid level pull always or rags on ground, the stay is with the coolest of Humans and the most pressing of ducks. The beauty of the stay is what you take away.
The Craziest Assed of Travels are always the moment when the topic around the camp fire is of The past, The present and The future of the next time we all meet.
When your Family are your Friends, Life is so damn fun that Reunions become Crazy Assed Travels…
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We Got to Do this Again..




Williamsburg, Virginia, US.
May 2016

The Farmsteads of Colonial Williamsburg, gave Lisa and I a sense of exactly the type of Life that would have given us a major reason to take up Arms against British Rule. Not that we do not respect the Earth or the Earthiness of Hoes and Poles. We are not the Laziest of Colonialist or not those against Persons of Sustaining Life and Liberty. We, while visiting were passed, on a dirt road, on our way out of This Beautiful Town by Two Oxen in a double Wood Harness.

Lisa and I do not suffer from Colonial Unpatriotic American Affluenza, we suffer from a Ancient Chinese form of the Crud, Dragon Ass. We were Draggin’ Ass Big Time.

Big Town and Big Time, we had a blast and are going back for another try at this, Historic, Time Traveling, Romantic, Food and Fun Assed Place.

We will return at the end of June 2016, yes it is that great that we are making a return, 5 weeks later.

Check Us Out and Travel Out Loud…
Lisa and Jeff, Crazy Assed Travelers

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